TRANSVESTITE
TALES VOLUME 1
I love being a girl... make me a woman!
Tina's New
Sister
I am writing this to tell you
about the situation I found myself in about a week ago. My
sister caught me sneaking into her room and rummaging through
her drawers. She asked what I was doing? I stammered something
or other about running out of underwear and how I thought I
could steal a pair from her without anyone noticing or caring.
She didn't buy a word of it. I then had to admit that I was
curious about the difference in the softness of women's clothes
and wanted to see for myself what it felt like to touch. I'm
only sixteen. My sister is eighteen. She called me perverted,
then suggested that since I was so curious about it I should try
it on and dress completely as a girl for a day and see what it
was like.
I found the thought intriguing and asked her questions not
realizing what I was opening myself up to. In only a matter of
minutes I found myself naked in the bathroom having all the
hair below my neck removed. Tina also painted my fingernails
and toenails a bright red. She then put my shoulder length hair
in curlers. It was 1972 and my hair was long as many other boys
and Tina took full advantage of it.
She took her scissors and trimmed it a bit, then proceeded to
place it in curlers. She wrapped me in a towel and we returned
to her room to continue my transformation. She handed me a
matching pink lace bra and panties set to put on first. We both
laughed a little as we noticed the bra cups were empty and just
flapping in the air. Tina then went into a box on the top shelf
of her closet. She removed from it a pair of breast forms that
she had used when she was younger for a Halloween costume effect
when she portrayed Dolly Parton. They stretched her 36D cups to
their limit. They were quite lifelike in appearance and were
filled with some type of gel to give them a realistic weight and
bounce. I was immediately aware of their presence and their
feminizing effect.
I must have turned every shade of red possible. My sister
just laughed. Once we got back on track, she added a full slip
and a pair of panty hose before applying a full array of facial
makeup. She then had me put on a tight pink miniskirted sweater
dress with a low cut neckline allowing a bit of my breast form
and cleavage to be visible. She added white high heeled go-go
boots, and some jewelry, which I allowed myself to be talked
into letting her pierce my ears to add a pair of dangling gold
loop earrings.
She would not allow me to look in the mirror until my hair had
dried under her hair dryer and she had removed the curlers.
Even she was amazed by the results of her transformation. In
the mirror I was looking at a beautiful girl qualified to enter
any beauty contest and have a good chance of winning. Where was
I ? That was the question I kept asking. There should have
been some resemblance of a plain looking boy in makeup, but
there was not.
The only way we knew there was a boy inside the room was by my
awkwardness of walking in the heels and general boyish
mannerisms as I sat or talked. Tina said she had to teach her
new sister some of the finer points of being a girl. She then
proceeded to give me lessons in walking, sitting in a short
skirt, and overall feminine behavior. In a couple of hours she
had eliminated my awkwardness and convinced me we should go out
shopping together as I would completely fool everyone. It was
at this time she picked out a feminine name for me to use. She
called me Barbara Elizabeth and continued calling me Barbie the
rest of the day telling me I was her life size Barbie doll to
play dress up with. At the shopping mall, that is just what she
did as she had me try on outfit after outfit. We had lunch at
the local McDonald's where we also met a couple of Tina's
friends. Tina introduced me as her new sister and told them the
whole story of my transformation. They laughed loudly and
congratulated her on doing it to me. I just wanted to find a
place to hide. She did make them promise not to tell anyone
else, which was a little comforting. They accompanied us to
several of the dress shops and got Tina to agree that we would
all go out to the school dance that evening and made sure that I
bought a new dress to wear to it.
I was trapped at this point and could not make any argument
without receiving public exposure of my true identity. I was
just thankful they did not make any arrangements for me to be
out on a specific date with another boy. They told me I was
going to have to accept at least three dance offers, but that
would be it. One of the dances also had to be a slow one. I
agreed to their terms. What choice did I have, I was being
blackmailed.
We returned home to put away the clothes we had bought and to
get dressed for the dance. To add to my humiliation, Tina
insisted that I put some lingerie in my dresser drawers and hang
some dresses in my closet as well as place some high heeled
shoes on the floor of the closet. She helped me change into the
new dress and redo my makeup and then we went downstairs to
prepare dinner and await mother's return from work. As the time
approached for her to return, I became more and more
apprehensive and dreaded the confrontation to come. I could not
predict how she was going to react to seeing me as a girl, and
hearing Tina tell her why.
Mother went almost hysterical when she entered the kitchen and
saw her two daughters dressed to the nines and cooking dinner.
Tina waisted no time telling her about finding me in her room
and deciding on her plan of action, as well as our shopping trip
and the plans to go to the dance that evening. Mother was
not pleased with what she heard. She looked me over and had me
do a twirl. She commented on how pretty I was as a girl, but
reminded me that she had given birth to a son. She said that if
this was a Halloween costume she could tolerate it, but since it
wasn't she felt there should be a punishment as consequences.
She said she would have to think about it and she would decide
by the time we returned from the dance. She reminded my sister
to take her birth control pill in case anything got out of hand.
She then paused in thought and instructed her to give me one
also. "If you are going out as a girl, you can go all the way
as one and should be subject to the same precautions along the
way."
Following dinner, Tina and I redid our makeup and then took
Tina's car to pick up her friends. We arrived at the dance and
were quickly propositioned by several guys for dances. I got a
stare from my sister and her friends that reminded me that I had
an agreement to keep, so I accepted the first offer, feeling
quite ridiculous and humiliated. He took me by the hand and led
me to the dance floor. I was lucky that it turned out to be a
fast dance and we did not have to embrace in any way. I found
out quickly how awkward it is to dance in three inch high heels.
I was very relieved when the dance was over. I walked over to
where Tina and her friends were hoping to find a bit of
protection. Even standing around with them I found was not much
help. Each of them was quite pretty and attracted the attention
of all the guys in the place. I soon figured out that the large
breasts I was toting were more problem than I had originally
anticipated. Every guy in the place was staring at me and
looking me over with sex on their mind. I was terrified.
As much as I wanted to I couldn't run away. I was learning a
lesson as I saw things from a girl's perspective instead of the
guy's. Even though I hadn't been touched by anyone, I still
felt violated. I cowered each time another boy approached,
especially when I knew I would have to slow dance with one of
them. I asked Tina for a reprieve, but she just laughed. There
would be no turning back, and I would have to make the best of
it, and hope I survived. The girls meanwhile, were enjoying my
plight. They loved it as I was forced into small talk and
flirting. I met my obligations on the dance floor, but they
insisted on me dancing the last dance of the night which was a
second slow dance. I danced with the same guy I had my first
dance of the night with. I was scared as he pulled me close to
him. He had spent the most time trying to get a date with me
and wanted to drive me home after the dance by way of the local
hangout. I was only dancing with him because Tina pushed me
into it. When the dance was over I wanted nothing more than to
leave and get home. I looked around for Tina and her friends,
but could not find them. I went outside thinking they were
just having some fun at my expense. The car was not in the
parking lot. They had left me there to force me to accept a
ride from the boy I had danced with. He told me that Tina would
meet us at the ice cream shop, but I did not want to believe she
would put me in this position. She was nowhere to be found, and
I had no alternatives but to go with him.
He did not drive directly to the ice cream shop. He took a
detour to inspiration point at the lake. I managed to fend off
his advances as he tried to kiss me. I was never so nervous or
unsure of what to do since I had never been in the female role
before. I was fortunate that he was not overly aggressive,
because it was obvious as he had hugged me to make the attempt
to kiss me that he had a great deal more strength than I did.
He could have forced himself upon me. I recognized at once the
vulnerability of being a girl that Tina had always talked to
mother about and that I had even denied in conversation with
her. Perhaps, that is why she went off and left me in this
position, to teach me a valuable lesson.
We did finally arrive at the ice cream shop and met up with
Tina and her friends. He said good night and left. Tina
laughed as she demanded the details of what took place after the
dance. I told her and admitted learning a lesson about being a
girl and vulnerable. "It's about time you understood the
reality of being on the other side, Barbie. Go to the ladies
room and fix your lipstick and then we will go home and see what
mother has decided for your punishment."
"So my daughters have finally returned. Barbara I have
decided on your punishment, have a seat. How did you like your
day as a girl? Have you satisfied your curiosity of our
clothing? I have given your punishment a great deal of
thought and I am glad to hear how embarrassed you were at the
dance, because I intend to extend that embarrassment by keeping
you as a girl for one more day. I am also going to add some
details which may cause more embarrassment in the weeks that
come. I think I'll make you continue wearing earrings when the
punishment is over since you did what only girls do and pierced
them. I am also considering dying your hair blonde and giving
you a very feminine permanent. You'll find out tomorrow all
that I have in mind for you. I'll let you sleep on your
imagination of what I may choose to do. Good night Barbie."
I tossed and turned all night as I wondered what she had in
store for me in ways of humiliation. It would be a Sunday and
there would be only a little activity going on. I knew she
would probably have me go to church with her as a girl, but mass
was so formal and she never stayed to talk to anyone, therefore
that would not be a problem. Then I remembered she had told me
that she and Tina were going to a bridal shower for my cousin
Elaine. I had no idea what went on at a bridal shower, but I
was sure I was going to find out, and I would be exposed to all
of the female family members and some of their friends. The one
I dreaded seeing most was my cousin Karen. She had always
teased me about my long hair and accused me of being effeminate.
She had once tried to get Tina to help her dress me as a Girl
Scout and go selling cookies with them. I thought a lot about
that and I believe that is one of the factors to make me wonder
about dressing as a girl in the first place. Now she was going
to see me as a girl.
It was a long night in tearful anticipation of the humiliation
to come. The morning brought no comfort. It began with a trip
to see my mother's beautician. She went to work on my hair and
when she was done my hair was full of curls and a golden blonde.
My face was fully made up and my nails manicured and polished.
Mother then brought me home to have me dress in a tight red mini
dress and red pumps with four inch spiked heels. She wanted me
to stand out and draw attention everywhere we went. The way the
dress hugged my body it emphasized my large breasts with its low
cut vneck. I felt like I looked like a prostitute, and when I
saw my reflection in the mirror I knew my fears were true and
that if I was left on a street corner I could make a lot of
money.
When I told mother and Tina how I felt they just laughed and
said welcome to the world of femininity. "A woman's place is to
please men, and you certainly do look like a man pleaser. Maybe
we will have to see just how well you would do on that street
corner later, but for now we are going to your cousin's bridal
shower."
We were met at the door by Aunt Diane. She took great delight
in my introduction as Barbara. She immediately called Karen
and Elaine into the living room and introduced Tina's new sister
to them. They laughed hysterically at my situation and my new
appearance. They could not wait to tell the other guests that
they had a boy in their midst who wanted to be a girl. Aunt
Diane announced she had a better idea to humiliate the newest female
member of the family. She suggested that we have a mock wedding
as part of the shower activities. I would portray the bride, of
course, and dress up in Aunt Diane's wedding dress. Tina would
wear Uncle Robert's tux and be the groom. We would go through a
ceremony and then pretend to be a wedded couple with a fully
ad-libbed script.
I was immediately taken to Aunt Diane's bedroom and dressed in
her bridal gown. It fit like a dream. Wearing a wedding gown
was one of my biggest fantasies in my cross dressing and now it
was a reality no matter what the circumstances behind it. I
could not hide my feelings as I let out a sigh. Karen
immediately picked up on it and questioned me about what I was
thinking. I didn't stop to think and told her the truth.
Mother spoke up right after when she realized this was not the
first time I had worn or thought of wearing dresses. She
demanded to know the truth. I told her everything, including my
fantasies and fascination from when Karen had tried to get Tina
to dress me as a Girl Scout and sell cookies in the
neighborhood. She flipped out. Aunt Diane told Karen and
Elaine to finish my veil, hair, and makeup while she and mother
slipped off to another room to talk. They took Tina with them.
I wondered what they were discussing and if mother would calm
down again.
It was not long before the three of them returned and I could
tell by the looks on their faces that I was in serious trouble.
It was mother that broke the icy silence as she announced that I
would be spending more time as a girl, since I loved it so.
Since it turned out that this was not a first two days or just a
matter of curiosity or just a simple phase I was going through,
they decided that I should be made to experience life as one of
the girls without reprieve until I beg to return to being a boy.
I would not be allowed to dress at my convenience or in secret.
I would live as a girl for a minimum of two months, without a
chance of a reprieve no matter how much I would beg for mercy.
They said real girls don't have a choice of when they will be
girls or do what girls have to do, therefore they were taking
away my right to choose.
They also said that I would be a girl in every way. Tina
added that she would help me find a boyfriend for the summer.
They all laughed. I cried. Mother said she would arrange for
her doctor to give me a prescription for birth control pills.
She also mentioned having her give me hormones to make me more
girlish and help me develop real breasts of my own. I was going
to have to learn to clean, cook, sew, and keep house "like a
good little girl." Now it was showtime as I was escorted down
to the living room in the bridal gown to have a mock wedding and
be placed on display as Tina's new sister. It was also
announced that I would be added to Elaine's list of bride's
maids.
This is the way that my new life began. It has not stopped
yet. I have been kept in dresses ever since and mother was true
to her word and took me to her doctor who prescribed female
hormones and birth control pills and suggested the possibility
of breast implants. We are still deciding on that. I have been
given all the household chores to do each day. All of my male
clothing has been removed from the house and I have a closet
full of dresses and high heeled shoes. I am not sure how I
truly feel. I'm a little confused, because I like being in the
female role and having attention like I have never had in the
past. On the other hand, I am not sure I want to give up being
a boy completely. We shall see what happens as time passes.
I'll write again with more details as they develop or as I
understand more fully who and what I am.
sincerely,
Barbara Elizabeth Jameson
a.k.a. David Allen Jameson